The sky had turned dark by the time Eliza stirred again.
She tried to speak but still couldn't make a sound.
Then she felt hungry; she hadn't eaten anything the whole day. In fact, it was her hunger that woke her up…
Remnants of Tanner's scent lingered beneath the covers.
She struggled to sit up and noticed the study was still lit.
He was still working when it was already so late.
She was feeling much better after a long sleep, no longer weak.
After a stretch, she slowly lifted the covers, revealing her wrinkled bathrobe and smooth, fair legs. Then, she then straightened the bathrobe and stepped barefoot on the floor.
Eliza had a pair of beautiful feet, tiny, perfectly shaped, fair, and smooth.
The water on the coffee table had long turned cold. It wasn't until then that she realized Aunt Bell hadn't come back to her room; she hadn't even noticed when she had left after bringing the water up.
Still tasting a hint of medicine in her mouth, she decided to wash up.
The thought of their early interaction naturally came to her mind when she reached the bathroom, and warmth filled her heart, making her flush a little.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror and realized that color had already returned to her face. She was no longer as pale as before, and her cheeks were flushed from embarrassment.
Her small face looked even sharper now due to getting sick and her recent bad mood.
Nevertheless, it didn't affect her beauty even the slightest.
The sound of running water attracted Tanner's attention, and by the time Eliza came out, he had already returned to the bedroom.
Eliza stepped out of the bathroom with her slightly damp hair hanging right above her waist.
She saw Tanner sitting on the sofa, reading the news attentively the moment she came out.
He sure was God's best creation, swooning her even when he hadn't done anything.
Even when he'd be cold, sarcastic, and even… have no feelings toward her. Everything about him made her want to escape, but at the same time, get closer to him!
Now that they were in the same space, Eliza suddenly didn't know what to do with her hands.
She pursed her lips tightly, fiddling with the hem of her clothes uneasily.
Just like that, she stood there, not knowing what to do.
Tanner long knew Eliza had come out. He had planned to sit and wait for her to come to him, but nothing happened for a long time.
Thus, he looked up only to see her standing there, having no intention of moving to him.
He sighed under his breath. When would his Eliza finally come to him on her own?
With that, he put the newspaper down and got up.
Eliza gazed everywhere else but him, not daring to look at the dashing man. While in a daze, not knowing what to do, she felt a force on her waist.
It was Tanner.
Shocked, when had he gotten so close?!
He stood next to her, both arms wrapped around her waist.
"You've lost weight."
He frowned, somewhat upset. How had he not realized she was a lot thinner than before when he held her in his arms?
He used to feel a little bit of meat on her belly when he hugged her, soft to cuddle, but now, she felt bonier.
Tanner's heart ached. Her sunken belly seemed to be accusing him of not taking good care of her.
He then pinched her face; barely any meat as well.
Eliza glared at Tanner with dissatisfaction. She would've long protested if she could speak.
First, hugging her, and now this; what in the world was he trying?!
Ever since he helped brush her teeth, she thought Tanner had begun seeing her as a child!
Tanner saw her dissatisfaction entirely.
Very well, she was still sick, but her temper had recovered! She dared give him the attitude now.
"What? You got a problem?" he asked.
With that, he clamped her chin.
Tsk, she really had lost weight. It didn't feel good holding her at all!
Even so, it wouldn't affect his punishment for her.
Leaning forward, he nibbled on her.
Eliza's ears flushed, a little resentful. This sc*mbag sure loved to tease her whenever he pleased!
Then, he cooed in her ear.
"Hungry?"
His voice was husky, indifferent, calm, even… gentle.
Tanner then vowed to make sure she'd gain some weight, or people would actually think he was abusing her.
Eliza was famished. However, Tanner's voice was so pleasant that she paid full attention to it but none of the context.
Thus, she shot him an innocent yet clueless look.
Her silly appearance got Tanner feeling somewhat helpless, giving her forehead a gentle flick.
What on earth was going on in her little mind?!
However, it only rendered her gaze at him even more puzzled. The last time he did so was because she had been perfunctory, but she didn't do anything this time. So why?
Also, she realized his gaze had changed; frost had glazed his eyes.
What was with him?
The image of Nicholas flicking her forehead popped up in his mind right then.
Every inch of her belonged to him; no way he'd let any other men touch her.
Just like that, frost glazed his unfathomable gaze, and possessiveness surged beneath it.
His sudden change in attitude made Eliza somewhat uneasy. This side of him would never fail to make her fearful.
Eliza's involuntary shudder pulled him back to reality.
What could she do? She was right in his arms. The hug had gotten her feeling warm when the temperature suddenly plunged; she couldn't take the drastic change.
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